Poems from absadaisy

Im kneeling on the titanium hard-wood floor Hands clasped Not praying - begging Im begging for water Torrential downpour   yesterday i...
sometimes i find i want to press myself in a book like a flower to flatten my spine so my shoulders can be higher   but if my body wasn’t...
i slip into a dream it's sometime between late and early and this is where i find you the bugs sing at their own tempos as we walk a steady...
counting knots in the wood slats- the ones i can feel my nonexistent breath bounce off against the ones holding up the musty mattress that...
who are we now sometimes i don't feel like we're the same souls whose eager teeth met by the brick river on days like this i wonder what it...

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